A short story written at a time when I was living with a friend and his family. His sister would often sit near me with dirty white socks that had that right amount of fuzziness to them from being worn so long. She would often play with the phone cord and just move her feet. So many hours I spent wishing only to rub my face into the bottoms of those feet and breath in her smell, but that never happened. I wrote this wondering what might of happened if I was so lucky.

A story of a person transformed into the leather clog of a woman without her knowing.

This is a transformation story about a man who visits an old friend and his wife in the interest of a holiday, only to find himself transformed into her sock, which he so often desired to be. It is somewhat gentle and focuses on the sensations of being abused by this beautiful goddess.